Ye Zhenfeng did not try his best to deal with Ye Aotian, but Ye Aotian had already tried his best. From this point of view, Ye Zhenfeng was a little more confident in the Qiyao Light Competition.
Nangong Qi was not so excited about the three little monkeys, and only had a faint smile on his face. He very calmly handed the empty tea cup to Ye Zhenfeng, and then said: "Drink some tea first!"
"Huh?" Lan Zuiwu looked at Nangong Qi in confusion, and suddenly became quieter.
"Yes." Ye Zhenfeng stepped forward, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea into the cup.
Nangong Qi looked at the cup of tea, and then said: "When the tea is put into the cup, the tea soup is calm. Well, not bad, you can still calm down after a fierce battle."
Ye Zhenfeng was shocked. It turned out that Dean Nangong asked him to pour tea because he wanted to see his state of mind at the moment.
Nangong Qi said: "Zhenfeng, you have just gone through a fierce battle, and your opponent is Ye Aotian who has always bullied you. According to your age, you should feel very proud and excited."
Ye Zhenfeng said: "The moment I defeated Ye Aotian, I felt like this. Ye Aotian was the mountain in front of me before, but once this mountain is pushed down by me, he will be nothing."
"Very good. There will be more mountains waiting for you to knock down in the future. Don't be immersed in the small victory in front of you. Don't be arrogant or impetuous. You have big ambitions and foresight. I really saw you right!"
Nangong Qi stood up and patted him on the shoulder, giving him approval and approval. Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but feel happy in his heart and his eyes shone.
There was no light in his eyes before, but now he can meet such a good teacher and be recognized by the people around him with his own strength. These make him feel that he is no longer the loser he used to be. This makes him feel confident and confident. hapiness.
Nangong Qi put his hands behind his back and said, "After today's battle, I have a little more confidence in the Qiyao Light Competition."
Lan Zuiwu stepped forward and said: "Dean Nangong, don't take it lightly. Liuyao Academy is fully prepared for this Qiyao Light Competition. The Dean of the Sun Academy even has artifacts like the Red Dragon Divine Whip. It was passed to Ye Aotian, but we don’t have any artifacts, which is a big disadvantage!”
Nangong Qi laughed, and then said: "You little monkey, you just came to trap me in a roundabout way. Who said I didn't prepare a magic weapon for you!"
Chu Mubai was stunned for a moment, and then said: "No way! Dean Nangong, you are such a picky person... but you also prepared a divine weapon for us?"
Lan Zuiwu jumped up and down like a deer, clapped her hands and said happily: "Dean Nangong, that's good! You just told us now, are you planning to give us a surprise?"
Nangong Qi said: "Hahaha! Of course, after all, this Qiyao Light Competition is the first time our Chenxing Academy competes as a team, and the reward is still 3,000 gold coins. I don't want to make any mistakes."
"Ah?" Ye Zhenfeng reached out and scratched his head, then looked at Chu Mubai.
Chu Mubai shrugged and said: "I usually only participate in the individual competition. After all, the team competition requires at least three students, but now it's better. I can finally participate in the team competition!"
It seemed that Chu Mubai had been waiting for this day for a long time. He, who had always been introverted and dull, showed a rare expression of excitement on his face.
Lan Zuiwu bumped Chu Mubai with her left elbow, and bumped Ye Zhenfeng with her right elbow, and said with a squinted smile: "Guess what magic weapon our stingy Dean Nangong has prepared for us? "
Chu Mubai scratched his head and said: "The big sword he prepared for me before was a seventh-grade weapon. He said he wanted to focus on cultivating my strength and did not want me to rely on the power of the artifact. It is really hard to imagine that he would give it to me this time. I can’t guess what artifact we are preparing.”
Nangong Qi snorted coldly, then put his hands behind his hands and said, "Humph, Dean, I have traveled all over the country for so many years and collected many rare weapons and artifacts. You little monkeys dare to look down on me. Mu Bai, you stinky boy, come here!" "
Chu Mubai touched his ear with his right hand and had to step forward.
Nangong Qi stretched out his right hand, waved his palm, and saw a sudden red light, and a divine weapon appeared in front of everyone.
It was a blood-red knife, with a white and sharp blade, and a red divine dragon on its back. The dragon's scales glowed, as if wandering on the blade, lifelike.
Nangong Qi moved his martial soul a little, and the sword sensed it, and red flames instantly rose up.
Chu Mubai's eyes shone, and he stretched out his right hand happily, stepped forward to hold the handle of the knife, and the flames on the knife disappeared immediately.
He stretched out his hand and waved it left and right, and a faint dragon roar came out from the blade, which was low and deep, making people shudder.
Chu Mubai showed his white teeth and smiled brightly. He turned to look at Nangong Qi and said gratefully: "Dean Nangong, this is really a good knife!"
Lan Zuiwu originally thought that Nangong Qi couldn't bring anything good, and wanted to ridicule him, but unexpectedly, he made a big move and stared at Chu Mubai's knife intently.
He said with salivation: "Wow - it's really great, I want a knife like this too!"
Nangong Qi reached out and flicked her forehead, smiled, and then said: "With your small body, even if I give it to you, you can't lift it!"
Ye Zhenfeng's eyes were filled with envy. He looked down at the knife in Chu Mubai's hand and said, "Dean Nangong, I see that this knife is much more powerful than the Red Dragon Divine Whip. I wonder what its name is?"
Nangong Qi held his hands in his arms, raised his head lightly, and said proudly: "This sword is called Poyin Kuanglong Saber. There are three hundred and three dead souls under the sword, and it is a third-grade artifact."
"Wow -" Ye Zhenfeng and Lan Zuiwu both opened their eyes and were dumbfounded.
"Hehehehe! Now you know how good I am, Dean!" Nangong Qi shook his right foot proudly, holding his arms in his arms, looking very proud.
Ye Zhenfeng and Lan Zuiwu looked at each other, then they both knelt down, hugged Nangong Qi's left and right legs, and said in unison: "Dean Nangong, I wonder if it's too late to hold on to the Buddha's feet now?"
Nangong Qi smiled slightly, lowered his head and said, "What do you think?"
Lan Zuiwu's face immediately showed a cute and cute look, and he said flatteringly: "I have said long ago that Dean Nangong is the most handsome man in the entire Da Yang Mansion, and our Chenxing Academy is the best. This time Qiyao Light Competition In competitions or whatever, Chenxingyuan must win first place!"
Nangong Qi laughed, then picked up the two little ones and said, "Okay, okay, no need to flatter, you are all treated equally in the eyes of the dean, and those who have Mubai will also have yours."
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Ye Zhenfeng and Lan Zuiwu happily high-fived each other.
"Zui Wu, this artifact is for you!"
I saw Nangong Qi touching his white sleeves, and a white light flashed. Lan Zuiwu's eyes were shining, and a pair of small fists were placed beside his face excitedly, his eyes full of excitement.
Under the white light, I saw a pair of silver gloves, with silver threads flashing and spiritual energy lingering.
Lan Zuiwu said: "Ha... Dean Nangong, why is it a pair of gloves? Although this pair of gloves looks very beautiful and seems to be very impressive, this artifact seems to be used for defense rather than attack!" "
Lan Zuiwu crossed her arms unhappily, pouted and said coquettishly, "Dean Nangong, you look down on me so much. Although I am a girl, don't I deserve to have an offensive artifact?"
Chu Mubai on the side was trembling all over, his face changed drastically, he pointed at Lan Zuiwu hurriedly, and stammered: "Silver... gloves! Dean Nangong, you... you actually want to pass on your royal magic weapon to Zui Wu ?!”
"What? The Royal Divine Weapon?!" Lan Zuiwu was stunned, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
The corners of Nangong Qi's lips curled up into a devilish smile. His sleeves bulged up, a gust of wind blew up, and there was a silver iron fan next to the silver gloves.
"Wow - my weapon is actually a fan!"
Lan Zuiwu happily wanted to reach out and touch it, but Nangong Qi suddenly shouted sternly: "The iron fan is poisonous, so wear gloves!"
Ye Zhenfeng secretly thought, so that's it. No wonder this set of artifacts are gloves and an iron fan. It turns out that the iron fan is poisonous. It seems that this pair of silver gloves is invulnerable to all poisons and invulnerable to all blades.
Dean Nangong rarely uses weapons on weekdays, so Ye Zhenfeng has never seen Nangong Qi's weapons, but he usually uses a folding fan, so this iron fan was originally his royal magic weapon.
Since he is willing to give his royal magic weapon to Lan Zuiwu, it shows how much he likes Lan Zuiwu.
Lan Zuiwu happily put on the silver gloves on her hands. The gloves could shrink freely according to the size of her palms. They felt no weight when worn on her hands, and they were also very close to the skin.
Lan Zuiwu took the iron fan with both hands, then slowly opened it, and saw a burst of white spiritual light spreading from the iron fan.
The iron fan is made of twenty-three fan bones. Each fan bone is made of mysterious iron. The fan bones are engraved with exquisite patterns. The top of each fan bone is as sharp as a dagger. The iron fan's tail is like a fish tail, with two hanging A delicate bell.
Nangong Qi said: "This is the corpse-turning fan! A third-grade artifact. It is made of thousand-year-old mysterious iron. The iron fan itself contains highly toxic substances. Once this fan comes out, hundreds of corpses will turn into bones! It has a total of twenty-three fan bones connected together. It can be Together they can be separated. When they are together they are an iron fan, but when they are separated they are twenty-three sharp knives."
"Wow - Dean Nangong, this... isn't this amazing!" Lan Zuiwu was so excited that his whole body trembled.
"That's not all!" Nangong Qi said unhurriedly: "See the two bells on the tail of the fan? They are not ordinary bells, they are called enchanting bells. During a fight, they will emit sounds to confuse the opponent. The ringtone of the bell will make the opponent enter an enchanted dreamland. Even those at the level of the Holy Sect will fall into the trap if they are not careful!"
Lan Zuiwu said gratefully: "Dean Nangong, you are so kind to me, you actually gave me all your royal weapons!"
Nangong Qi said: "As a girl, you are relatively weak in terms of strength. You need to find a weapon that suits you. This zombie fan is light and compact, and it is surprisingly successful. I have always brought it with me for so many years. , but it’s rarely shown, so now it’s so cheap for you little girl!”
Lan Zuiwu nodded, then eagerly opened the corpse fan and started waving it, only to hear her say: "The flowers are falling in the rain, and the shadows are floating in the sky!"
